“I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.”
-Henry David Thoreau
© Tom Gable
“On the edge of the woods near the meadow which resides near the crick there is a small grove of white pines. There is one pine in particular in this bunch that I cherish. It is the pine which I am resting against as I write this. This tree is some 70-90 years old, having seen many things in the forest, things that no young tree on this parcel will ever see. If this tree was a person I believe it would be wise and discerning, speaking with intellect that only comes with age.
I have decided that I am going to call this pine “The Giving Tree” (Thanks Shel Silverstein). Even in the short span I have spent beneath its branches it has given me much. The pine has given me the gift of shade from the blistering sun. The dead needles of years past provide me with a luxurious carpet, and its trunk a place to rest against. It has given in more ways than that though. I’m sure that this noble tree is the parent of other white pines in this forest and once this mighty pine dies its lineage will replace it. The pine, in the meantime, gives shelter to the chickadees which call above me, chickadees whose song brings me great joy. Most importantly the pine gives me friendship. Our friendship consists of no words. When troubled I know the pine will be there, inviting me to rest in its presence. When tired and down the pine offers comfort and soothes my soul. Until one of us die, this friendship shall remain; a cordial meeting between friends from vastly different worlds.”
–Written August 6, 2012